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Join Date: Jun 2000
Location: bottom left corner of the world
Posts: 22,912
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Good skills Look 171.
When I started high school I was a big kid for my age and had a very posh accent having come from a rich part of another town. The big bullies at the school picked on me but what they didn't know was my dad used to beat the schit of of me most days as a child so I was used to taking a beating plus knew how to throw king hit punches. Man did I make life hell for the bullies at that school. My buddy Alan and I used to hunt them down a beat the living daylights out of them at lunch times and ambush them on their way home. There were lots of complaints but the teachers never believed the stories about the, two years younger, white kid beating up the bad kids.
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